My Little Dove

Chapter 32

Buckys POV:

I stood there consoling her for a good 5 minutes.

She was a mess. Sobbing so uncontrollably I started to sob with her. My girl didn't deserve this. She was a sweet woman, with a good heart.

"I have to tell the detective. He could even have something to do with what happened yesterday"

"Ok"

"I know you're hurting, but please don't shut me out"

"I'm sorry" She whispers

"Don't apologize, Angel" I whispered to her

She looks up at me and I kiss her. Delicate and sweet.

I hold onto her face and kiss her forehead. "I love you"

"I love you too" She sniffles

I hold her hand as we walk back into the living room.

"Is everything alright?"

"No. It's not. My fiancé's ex-boyfriend has tormented her for the past 3 years. He escaped jail after our relationship went public and had found both her workplace and our home. He threatened her and punched her in the face. Today he sent her explicit photos of both of us being intimate. He got these pictures from outside our damn window. He could have something to do with the shooting"

Dove stands up and walks away to her bedroom.

"Detective, I have to tell you this. My damn fiancé shouldn't be in our room crying her eyes out because the man that was supposed to be in jail is blackmailing her! I swear to you. If I find him first I'll kill him"

He opens his mouth to respond and his phone rings. "Are you sure? Okay. Thank you"

He looks back at me and nods. "Looks as Emmanuel Stocks is the culprit of the shooting"

"That fucker" I curse

"We can talk again"

I get up and walk to Dove's room. I knock on the door and wait. "Can I come in, Angel?"

"Uh, yeah" She sniffles

I open the door and close it. I crawl into the bed with her and she lays on my chest.

"Everyone is gonna see me"

"Nothing about what we were doing was wrong"

"I should've just waited until marriage like I said I would. Then Emm wouldn't have ever happened and my life wouldn't have ever turned out this way"

"Maybe I'm biased, but I like the way it turned out"

She sighs and I kiss her head. "All you did was have sex with your fiancée, that's normal"

"This shit is exactly why I got uncomfortable about sex. All because I'm horny, my life is being held, hostage." She fussed. "Maybe it's best if we just stop having sex. This wouldn't have happened if I never initiated it"

"You can't blame yourself. How would you know that this would happen?"

"It doesn't matter. I feel gross"

"Are you ashamed of the sex you had with me...?" I whisper

"...I-I don't think so..." She mumbled

I wipe away the tear that fell from my eye. "Um, do you think we're gonna be ok...?"

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek. "I hope so"

We sit like that for a good 5 minutes before I get a phone call. "I'll be back" I nod